I looked up at the sky, and instead found myself gaping at the bottom of an ocean. Mesmerized by the spectacle above me, I bore witness to the most magnificent perspectives, from the undersides of grand coral polyp colonies, to the bellies of the most bizarre, prehistoric marine giants. I longed to glide alongside these nautical creatures, to become one with the entity that adorns most of the Earth’s surface.. to aeronautically drift so effortlessly that I would forget that I am submerged in water. I realized that my fate was entirely dependent on the integrity of this thin, crystalline sheet of glass hovering above me. Like a stubborn ego, it persists as the only barrier between myself and the colossal aqua-cosmos. And then it occurred to me: this infinite, oceanic haven was always present. With time, enduring through cycles of struggle and growth, I have been chipping away at this iceberg of insecurity -to the point at which it is now fully transparent, to the point that I can recognize that it is keeping me from further life-changing manifestations. Suddenly, I truly understand the depths of equanimity and vulnerability. I feel the water in my cells vibrating at the same frequency as the water in the floating ocean above me. Finally tuning into the sweet euphony of shattering glass, I welcome this nautical world of unwavering devotion and consciousness to fall down and swallow me whole.
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Oh wow…ok this time I’ll swallow my simpy compliment and tell you to: please always stay Open to practice this Vulnerability as soon as possible but with Ninja awareness. For you are on to something Grand, a Life purpose. …don’t build a 🐚 to hide in, you are still protected, the light is always, eternally You. Please live by your own words. When ready, after your healing, “ With time, enduring through cycles of struggle and growth, I have been chipping away at this iceberg of insecurity -to the point at which it is now fully transparent, to the point that I can recognize that it is keeping me from further life-changing manifestations. Suddenly, I truly understand the depths of equanimity and vulnerability. I feel the water in my cells vibrating at the same frequency as the water in the floating ocean above me. Finally tuning into the sweet euphony of shattering glass, I welcome this nautical world of unwavering devotion and consciousness to fall down and swallow me whole.”. Bless you’re journey. I’m happy to witness it and somehow been (if even only a patch) woven into your fabric of Life.
💜 like” before o even read it! 4real! Be back…